Two disappearing cats (1 of 2): New cat.

My one assisted living client with disabilities is providing a home for the cat of a friend of a friend of a friend whose owner will be in the hospital and then rehab for a while, so the cat has someone to be around while her owner heals.

The cat is very hide-y and has found like four or five spaces where it goes all the time, and it will slip from one to another without you even necessarily realizing that it's left its first place at all.

'Ninja cat,' she calls it.

Too, one of the cat's hiding places is behind the flat screen TV, which she gets to through a hole in the back of the cabinet where the wires come up from to go and connect to the TV.

You have a shine a flashlight below the TV to see if you can see fur, to see if she's there.

Me and some coworkers ordered some takeout at the resthome...

...this past month, and it was kind of fun.

My one (hammy) (Tibetan) coworker organized it and collected the money, and my one (edgy) (Ethiopian) coworker drove to the restaurant before work to go pick up the order.

It was all Asian food and there was some noodles and some rice and then two trays of heavily breaded and fried chicken wings, one tray spicy and one tray not.

People devoured it, and everyone was really really liking the chicken wings, and my one (edgy) (Ethiopian) coworker even drained the leftover sauce from the bottom of the tray into a paper cup, so that she could take it home and use it later for something.

I asked my one (hammy) (Tibetan) coworker who discovered the restaurant, and it turns out that she did.

"What kind is it?", I was like.

"It's some Chinese, some Korean, some Japanese, it's kind of everything," she was like.  "It's good."

Later, I heard her talking with someone else about how good the chicken wings are, and she said that they're only really really good right when they arrive and are all hot and fresh.

Resthome private aide's bout of tears.

Last month I was making an evening delivery to a room, and an (older) (Filipina) private aide answered the resident's door, sniffling.

I gave her the stuff, and then she felt a need to explain herself and was like, "It's bachelor."

I was confused and was like, "Huh?", so between sniffs she clarified and was like, "The Bachelor finale, I am so happy, and so sad."

A (Ghanaian) resthome coworker's new accent.

One of my (Ghanaian) resthome coworkers is short and kind of stoutly built and bearded, and the other day he was wearing a Santa pin.

I asked him about that, and he said it was because people were joking that he looks like Santa.

The next time I saw him after that, I asked him if people had given the pin to him, or what.

He said he had bought it for himself this past Christmas, and decided to pull it out and start wearing it now.

Observation on reincarnation.

The other day the one resthome resident who wants to die was saying that that morning she was very confused when she woke up, and it took her a minute to realize not only where she was but also who she was.

"It was very strange," she was like, shaking her head.

Because we have a rapport and she seemed open to it, I commiserated, then I observed that if this was strange, imagine how strange it will be if reincarnation is true and she wakes up one day as an animal.

She was amused by that.

I then asked her what kind of animal she would want to come back as, if reincarnation was true.

"I never thought about that before," she was like.

Then, after a pause, she was like, "A dead animal."

Watermelon rinds.

I have always really, really liked the taste of the white part of the watermelon in between the pink part and the green rind, so I always make sure to gnaw it down a lot whenever I eat watermelon.

I've had that part of watermelon pickled, too, but it's chopped up into small squares as a sweet pickle like relish, and it's just nasty.

Why would anyone do that?

I like, too, how you have almost nothing left of the watermelon when you gnaw the rind down that way, you just have a bunch of thin rinds in your trash bag, when you started out with a watermelon that was easy ten or fifteen pounds.

Fermentation warning:

Fermented cauliflower is pretty awful.

Cauliflower is tasty prepared in oh so many ways, but fermentation is not one of them.

It gives you a sharp taste in the back of your mouth, just like you taste when you're in the middle of vomiting.

So, unless you like that, just don't go and ferment cauliflower, spend your time fermenting something else.